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she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

A smirk crossed his lips again. “How about we play a little game, mi reina?” A game? What kind of game was he talking about? As if he could hear the questions that crossed my mind, he added. “You count to a hundred. When you get to a hundred, try to stop me. If you still want to stop me when you get to a hundred, I will gladly leave you alone. Deal?” I swallowed hard and nodded again. “Deal.” “Good girl.” His grin widened. “Start counting now.”

"Partners." ***** This Concludes 'The Billionaire's Bride' However you can meet Beth and Richard again in 'Mastering the Virgin and 'Buying the Virgin'

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

I scoffed then said, "Novels are nothing but fairy tales and real life isn't a fairytale." "Stop ruining my fun!" Malia yelled at me with a small giggle, she always dreamed about her future love coming to her, riding his white horse and I always try not to break her dreams but I still gotta keep her in the range of our reality. I was about to answer when my phone started ringing and as usual, I answered it without looking but immediately regretted my decision when I heard who it was. "Hey, Princess." Yep, instant regret because now I'll have to deal with his playfulness but I better get used to it, I will be staying with him for a full year after all.

She was here for a reason that even the gods didn't know why. How she ended up married to the billionaire playboy was beyond her. Two years ago, being drunk and stupid, she accidentally married him. Oh yes, it was just a mistake, a fuckin' stupid drunken judgment, not that she could blame herself. After all, being too drunk in Las Vegas and accidentally marrying a billionaire was never on her bucket list.

Really looked at me and pulled me closer than I was to him in a deep kiss and then said, “Let’s get you inside” My legs felt wobbly so I held onto him for balance. There’s just a hint of stubble along the sharp line of his jaw as he smirks at me and I can’t help but wonder what it looks like in the morning. “Yes please” And for the first time, I was able to take in the beauty of the mansion. It’s exactly like what I have seen in the magazines of “A DEAL OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HOUSES?” And I guess he is one of those Millionaires who feels there is nothing they can't buy with money. Including a virgin nineteen-year-old girl.

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

"Play me, baby. I want 'you' to make me lose control." The sight had me clenching my pussy. Johnny, blindfolded, cock hard and on display, legs spread wide—offering me a belt like a gift. Like he needed to be handled. A surge of déjà vu crashed through me, but this wasn’t the same. Not even close. He wasn’t teasing me with power. He was giving it up. Who would believe me if I told them that the Johnny Miles—powerful, domineering, billionaire womanizer—was now sitting obediently on a chair, ready to be played like a fucking toy?